There are moments in life when our game faces will fail us. The result is inevitable- the awkward expression you thought only existed on a character from Saturday Night Live is now living on your face. It sits there for the world to see while you (behind the face) panic.
It can happen at any moment. It can happen when your ex best friend is assigned to sit next to you at brunch, when the guy you love is at the bar looking lovely with someone new, or when the bad review you dreaded is rolled out on the table with Xmas bow and a negative bonus number. It comes rolling down the hill like a monster ball rock in your face while you have an outer body experience and swear that this must be what death feels like.
But alas, you are alive and after what seems to be forever, you are pulled back to reality. (Post awkward face yet the feeling still lingers while you catch your breath.)
Hmmm how to recover? Tricky one, ah? Well the reality is… there is nothing you can say other than… (wait for it) oopsie daisy. When did we get so high strung on not reacting? Dude, the guy you love is at a bar with a new girl and you made an awkward squirrel face.. what did the world expect? A cheer? You’re entitled to it and another thing, I can assure you, moving on is easier after the squirrel face days are behind us.
When did we become so obsessed with not reacting at the given moment the feeling is born? What is the point pf delayed responses, anyway? So for all your people that make me feel weird, I have a squirrel face with your name on it.
Maybe if we’d all just face the way we feel (no pun intended) we’d be free from all the pre (anxiety, worrying about it all…)/post (depression, talking bull, etc.) drama that our generation has become so obsessed with these days.
So if you see me make the face, bear with me, I’m working through a moment, the healthiest way I know how. Au natural.